Page 56 of How to Train Your Billionaire

His mouth twitches, like he’s trying not to laugh. “Catchy.”

“And what makes you think I’d want to goanywherewith you?”

He grins, like he was hoping I’d say that. “Because you’ve been in France for days and have yet to experience anything but the inside of this yacht.”

I cross my arms. “That’s not true. I went into town yesterday.”

“You bought sunscreen and then came right back.”

Damn it. Henoticesthings.

“Come on,” he continues, his voice taking on that smooth, coaxing quality that probably makes business deals—and women—fall right into his hands. “We’ll drink, we’ll dance, we’ll pretend to like each other for an evening. It shouldn’t be too challenging, should it?”

His dark eyes glimmer with hidden thoughts I’m sure he’ll never reveal.

Colette emerges from below deck, overhearing just enough to perk up. “Did you say clubbing?”

Hayes nods. “VIP table.”

She gasps. “Oh,hell yes.” Then she frowns. “Wait—what’s the dress code?”

Hayes shrugs. “Expensive.”

I roll my eyes. “Of course.”

Jack, one of the deckhands, strolls past and catches wind of the conversation. “We’re going out?”

Hayes jerks his chin in confirmation. “Better bring your best shirt, mate.”

Jack grins and fist pumps before jogging off, presumably to alert the rest of the crew.

Kira, one of the deckhands, appears from the galley, looking effortlessly cool in a slinky black dress. “You coming, Frankie?”

I glance between them, considering my options. I hesitate. It’s not that Idon’twant to go—but Monaco nightlife? That’s an entirely different universe.

Hayes watches me, head tilting slightly. “What, scared you won’t be able to keep up?”

Andthatis all it takes.

I snap my book shut and push to my feet. “Give me ten minutes.”

Hayes grins, stepping back to let me pass. “Take your time.”

I brush past him with a huff, already mentally sifting through my suitcase for the kind of dress that saysI belong in Monte Carlo, even if I absolutely don’t.

By the time I come back up, everyone is already gathered at the gangway. Charles is sitting this one out, of course—someone has to be the responsible adult—but the rest of us? We’re about to step into a world of flashing lights, overpriced champagne, and more bad decisions than I care to count.

I smooth my dress, suddenly feeling self-conscious under the weight of Hayes’s gaze. He leans casually against the railing, but there’s something different in the way he’s looking at me.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he says, voice low.

It throws me for a second—long enough for my stomach to flip before my brain reminds methis is Hayes. Annoying, smug, disaster-waiting-to-happen Hayes.

I roll my eyes, covering whatever just sparked in my chest with a bored look. “Don’t sound so surprised.”

He pushes off the railing, still watching me. “Oh, I’m not.”

And just like that, I have a feeling Hayes Winters will be right at the center of every bad decision I make tonight.